Sunday, April 24, 2005 ALTON, Va. - In the weekend's first Skip Barber National race, points leader Gerardo Bonilla starts the furthest back he has in a long, long time -- seventh -- and wins the race. For the second race, Bonilla starts on pole. And doesn't win. And that goes to show you what you get when you mix a great track with hungry, talented drivers: almighty good racing. In race one, with the first two and a half rows all rookies -- including a 15-year-old polesitter, Pablo Sanchez Lopez -- you would expect fireworks. And we got them. Into One at the start, Alan Sciuto wasted a fine qualifying effort and spun off. Toward the back of the pack Richard Heistand got into Casey Neal and they both fell off the road. And from his row four start, Bonilla also went off, rejoining way toward the back. Next lap, Garrett Zine spun in One. As did Chris Cook and Peter Ludwig (which gave Bonilla three instant spots). Meanwhile, Sanchez Lopez kept his lead through the first lap but Jordy Vorrath drafted him down the long back straight and out-braked Lopez into 14 for the lead. Now the gloves were off up front. Lopez, Vorrath, Cole Nelson, Matt Varsha, Lorenzo Mandarino and David Greco went at it in such a frantic fashion that you had to wonder, How's this going to end? I mean, through the first seven laps we had a different leader each time (and that doesn't count the lead changes on the other parts of the track). But the mixture, so to speak, began to change on lap six, when Varsha overcooked it into Turn Three while chasing then-leader Vorrath. Who then promptly threw it away in T1 a lap later, handing the lead to Nelson. Who got another 600 yards before Sanchez Lopez went underneath in Three… and there wasn't enough room for two and off they went. So who's your leader now? Mandarino. And right behind him was Bonilla. Almost forgot about him… ''When I rejoined (after his T1/lap 1 spin), I knew I could still get points, but didn't think a win. But after I worked my way around some backmarkers, I could see the leaders! They must have been fighting so hard, they didn't gap any of us.'' Bonilla closed on Mandarino and draft-passed him into 14 with two to go. Last lap, Mandarino re-pays the favor in the same corner and leads by inches as they scream down the twisty hill to the finish. Bonilla pops out from behind as they exit the last corner… is there time, enough track?… they flash across the line and it's almost too close to call. Transponders say… Bonilla, by .007.
Fifty feet from the finish line, Mandarino (r.) was ahead of Bonilla, but a blink of an eye later, it was the other way around. Photo by Ken Burris






